Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Hell hath frozen over . . .

Please press play. I'm serious. (And please don't give me grief about the misspelling of Handel's name in the title. It was the only embeddable Mo-Tab version I could find on YouTube. It's kind of driving me crazy, but I've had to just let it go and make peace with something less than perfection.)

Thank you. Now I can proceed with my news.

Many of you know that today I had my anatomy scan ultrasound. And we are having a healthy, long-legged, average-headed . . .

GIRL!

CPod is really proud of himself. To be honest, we weren't sure he was capable of fathering a female. Turns out, he can. And we are excited. Can you tell? I am thrilled to balance out the hormonal scale in this house. Or maybe I'm not so excited about that part, come to think of it. BUT. I can't wait to broaden my childrens' wear horizons, to allow my cart its obligatory detour past the baby girl section of Target, to give my boys a reason to learn what it means to be gentle.

27 comments:

How absolutely wonderful for you! I remember when I first heard I was having a girl. And then I got to hear it again 2 1/2 years later! They really are a kick, and brace yourself, mom, cuz you're heading into a whole new world of parenting!

(And you are going to LOVE what having a baby girl does to your husband...)

That is fantastic! As a Mom of a boy and a girl...you must have a daughter! And dressing them is way too fun! Who cares about retirement as long as they have matching shoes and hairbows with EVERYTHING! Seriously, glad she is healthy and everything is ok.

You would have laughed VERY hard and enjoyed every second, if you could have seen me just now. I just watched, with bated breath, the Mo-tab singing, and didn't let myself blink, so I could see what exactly they did on video, that would cause hell to freeze over.

When it all connected, I laughed at your hilarious introduction.

Congratulations. Way to...get pregnant with a girl! Good job!

It's exciting news and the blog fodder of a little girl in your home, will inevitably be endless.

Congratulations! Sorry to hear you're leaving the momsofonlyboys-club . . . though I suppose with three, you can get an honorary membership. I grew up with 5 brothers and it kept me down to earth. I hope it does likewise for little Mary Stella Keaton or whateverhernamewillbe.

I thought hell had frozen over when the ultrasound tech told me that Cougar had a (boy part). It turned our world upside down!!! Enjoy that sweetness that will be your little princess (although I've got a girlfriend with 3 boys and a girl at the end and that little girl can wrestle with the best of them)!!!

Pennies from heaven . . .

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